At Huaifeng Company, inside the president's office, Jiang Zhiyu frowned as she listened to the report.
"Mr. Jiang, we sent people to investigate. The Li Zhou who helped us make the connection has disappeared—completely vanished from Hedong City."
The middle-aged man in the black suit delivered his report with a respectful tone.
Jiang Zhiyu's face darkened. "Increase the manpower. If he's not in Hedong, expand the search to other cities. If we don't find Li Zhou soon, we won't know who's pulling the strings."
She had a gut feeling—this had everything to do with Wu Bin.
Wang Yuheng and the others had always been fiercely loyal to her adoptive father. After his passing, Wu Bin had been the most ambitious, the one with the greatest hunger for power.
Her suspicion grew stronger.
"Understood, President Jiang."
She took a deep breath before shifting to another matter. "Our factory has always maintained high standards for its computers. Why did they fail quality inspection this time?"
The man hesitated before responding, "Liu Xiangdong from the Quality Inspection Department claimed he was drunk at the time and made an error. He took responsibility and resigned two days ago."
Jiang Zhiyu's expression froze.
This was too convenient.
"Where is he now?"
"I've sent people to look for him, but something strange has come up."
Her eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
The man sighed. "Liu Xiangdong's father-in-law needed a heart bypass. A few days ago, the entire family suddenly flew to the United States for the surgery."
Jiang Zhiyu took a sip of her coffee, her suspicion deepening.
A quality inspection manager earning just over 2,000 yuan a month… taking his family abroad for a heart bypass?
Impossible.
Unless…
Her eyes darkened. "Check his financial transactions. See if he received any large payments in the past month. Find out where his money came from."
"Understood."
She nodded before continuing. "Any news from the marketing department?"
If a factory agreed to purchase these computers, it could help stabilize Huaifeng's financial crisis.
The man shook his head gravely. "No progress yet."
After he left, Jiang Zhiyu gazed out the window, massaging her temples.
The company was teetering on the edge.
Jiang Han had bet everything against Wu Bin. If he failed to uncover the mastermind and secure funding within three months, his shares would be swallowed by the other shareholders.
If that happened, what future would be left for him?
For her?
If Uncle Jiang knew that the company he built from scratch was about to fall into someone else's hands, he would be devastated.
Her grip tightened on her phone.
It had been three days since Jiang Han left for Modu. How was he doing?
She dialed his number.
The call connected.
"Hey, sis."
Jiang Han's voice was lighthearted.
Jiang Zhiyu softened. "Xiaohan, how are things in Modu? Where are you staying?"
"I'm at my senior brother's place. Everything's fine. What about you?"
"I'm okay."
She massaged her forehead and glanced at the towering stack of documents on her desk.
Hearing the faint background noise on Jiang Han's end, she asked, "Are you at the stock exchange?"
Jiang Han chuckled. "Yeah, I got lucky these past two days. Made a little profit."
He didn't mention his tens of millions in earnings.
If she knew he had used five times leverage, she would worry herself sick.
"The stock market is risky. Be careful." Jiang Zhiyu's concern deepened. "I have a classmate in Modu who works in securities. Want me to introduce you?"
Jiang Han smiled. "Don't worry, sis. In three months, I'll solve our financial problems."
His voice was filled with unwavering confidence.
He had already turned 11.8 million in profit from one stock.
A 100-million-yuan debt?
Not a problem.
"Alright. Just take care of yourself."
After a few more words, Jiang Zhiyu hung up.
She still didn't know how much Jiang Han had earned, but his entire demeanor had changed.
He sounded sharp, focused, fearless.
As she looked out the window, she murmured, "Has Xiaohan really changed?"
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Meanwhile, at the Zhongxin Stock Exchange—
Zhang Chongan finalized the purchase of Jiang Han's selected stocks.
He sighed heavily. "Brother, are you sure about this? Tengxing Group's financials aren't great. Just look them up online!"
Jiang Han was among the rare few willing to drop 60 million into stocks.
And he did it without hesitation.
Complete madness.
"This is sixty million! Not all stocks can skyrocket like Yongan Industrial!"
But Jiang Han just leaned back, crossed his legs, and hummed a little tune.
"Relax."
Zhang Chongan paced in frustration, his nerves on edge.